New city. New house. I met my new roommate as she was leaving for the weekend - fine by me as I love being alone and the shotgun style house does not afford much privacy.
My room is bare except for some cobwebs and a rickety bed - a slight upgrade from a cot. Empty is good for me right now.
Since I hadn't eaten a real meal in two days I went to Yuki's for some delicious food. Yuki is very sweet and brought us a free bowl of baby octopus salad. Since I don't eat cephalopods for that can be best explained as "sentimental" reasons, I just fondled the perfectly formed creatures (they weren't cut up into pieces - just whole tiny octopuses in a bowl.)
After a nap I had a hard time waking up but did make it out to Mimi's to watch Clint Maedgen of The New Orleans Bingo Show play a set of improvised music and songs with a cellist and violin player.
My friend Starnes (he's the secret mayor of New Orleans and he has an international award winning moustache) and I sat at a table filled with pretty ladies from Fleur de Tease Burlesque.
All the pretty ladies loved my head dress and if Julian wants to set up shop in New Orleans I can send him his first customers.
One of the pretty ladies asked where I was from and what I was doing - here is an accurate representation of a memory mangled version of our conversation:
Kim: I live in Oakland, I'm just in New Orleans for the month of June.
Pretty Lady: It's funny that you came here for one of the hottest months.
Kim: I do everything backwards.
Pretty Lady: That's a good policy.... New orleans is a great place.
Kim: I love it.
(Then the pretty lady looked at me for a moment.)
Pretty Lady: You're never going to leave.
This morning it is HOT. My friend Kate once said that being in New Orleans was like being inside someone else's skin and that is the best description I can think of.
Like a sauna, inside someone's mouth. But not gross.
And here are some pictures from the train journey.....
In LA with beautiful Julian. (Julian made me the choker which I turned into a head dress in new Orleans.)
In the observation car:
Crossing the Rio Grande:
Crossing the Mississippi:
New Orleans in the distance:
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